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Killer of gods chapter 93
When the water finally warmed up, the old man invited Claude to wash himself and left the hut, promising to return in an hour. It was very kind of him. Wasting no time, he began to undress. Dirty, dirt-stained trousers and a jacket fell to the floor, metal buckles plaintively clinking on the floor, then came the turn of weapons, shirts and trousers. Last of all, Claude removed the bandage, which had dried to the wound, which made it necessary to wet it, but the blood no longer flowed, and the wound itself had already healed, and all the wounds of the last days took on the appearance of freshly healed scars on slightly reddened skin. However, they no longer posed a threat to him. Climbing into a wide wooden tub, Claude experienced real pleasure, bordering on ecstasy. It was so nice to take a dip in hot water after hard work, his previous employers did not often bother with such a trifle as giving him the opportunity to wash up, because what he was to them, a simple mercenary. The water
Killer of gods chapter 94
- Don't you know the difference? His answer was an uncomprehending, puzzled look. - Everything's clear with you. Free means I take on the work that I want myself. And I don't want to work for you. - Well, please, Mr. Claude. At least you just go. Don't kill me with rejection. - Thorng suddenly pleaded, all his importance and pomposity flew off him, like applied gilding, revealing a not at all expensive inside. - What is it so important that can ruin you with my refusal? - Snakes. - Finally, the messenger gave up, looking doomed at the floor, - but I didn't tell you that. - From what? - the mercenary said more interestedly. He wanted to know more about snakes himself. - Mr. Mayor, does not want to recognize them as a problem, but they have already spoiled everyone's life. The man has finally given up. - Okay, wait, we'll have breakfast, and then I'll be ready to go with you. - Is it possible without breakfast? Thorng muttered, somehow haunted. - No, I d
Killer of gods chapter 95
At least Claude didn't know about it. nicely illuminated by the light of the morning sun. And expensive artsy furniture, placed along the walls, and now empty. Although the dining table attracted the greatest attention here. Long, wide, on lion's legs and covered with a patterned tablecloth, transparent lace of the web of a stoklog, a spider-spinner, descending to the floor. Products from the web of these stoklog spiders were very much appreciated and purchased for terribly fabulous money, not every rich man could afford them, especially such a volume as this tablecloth. The high cost of such a web was also facilitated by the fact that such spiders were rare, and they did not want to give away their creations just like that, and no one had yet succeeded in breeding them at home. At least Claude didn't know about it. nicely illuminated by the light of the morning sun. And expensive artsy furniture, placed along the walls, and now empty. Although the dining table attracted the greatest
Killer of gods chapter 96
- What are you so immediately. Let's do this, for your work thirty gold pieces, ten for the restoration of the churchyard. - Not. The guy stood his ground. - How difficult it is for you. Okay forty! - Ivanos finally gave up, sparkling with displeasure in his eyes, human already completely unreminiscent. Claude narrowed his eyes suspiciously, the mayor gave up too quickly. - Fourty! On hand, but with a condition. If it is human or non-human, I will refuse the order. - Good. - See you! - Claude threw angrily and with a confident step went to the exit, already at the very door his heightened hearing was touched by something unkind: "Maybe you will die there!" The boy shook his head, not a bad wish, but it wasn't the first time he had received it. With a cheeky smile, he left the palace. Forty gold was not a bad catch, and with that amount he could completely renew his ammunition and afford not to work for a month, while living well in a not the cheapest Guest House. Th
Killer of gods chapter 97
Meanwhile, the forest grew thicker and more impassable, giving way to an overgrown thicket that was barely traversable, where a man's foot did not often set foot. And what a reasonable person would voluntarily put himself in such a place, who else but him. With a sigh, he looked at his fighting friend, who would have to play the not-so-heroic role of a woodcutter, cutting off especially stubborn branches, the sharpness of the blade allowed him to be used for this purpose. But, as Claude noted with anguish, after such a specific use, the sword will have to be shown to the blacksmith, since even its manual sharpening will no longer correct the situation. After half an hour of fermentation among the thickets of fir trees, a few scratches and a hole in the leg, a much-desired gap appeared in front, in the reflections of which the features of some structure were clearly visible. "Here it is - the lair!" - the mercenary breathed a sigh of relief, rejoicing that this exhausting wandering
Killer of gods chapter 98
- Not the first time. - And what happened to the previous ones? - They weren't disappointed. - Vaguely answered the woman. - And came back? - Watching who. Special people are always welcome here. - Special? - Yes, like you and me, mercenary. - Claude. - Claude. Even the name, impressive - gorgeous. - As if tasting, she repeated, voicing the meaning of his name. Claude himself knew that his name was translated as magnificent. What a mockery, magnificent and subhuman. - And you? - Alita. Nice to meet. - Mutually. In the room, meanwhile, it began to gradually darken, the sun was more and more inclined towards sunset, less and less penetrating inside the room with its playful rays. And in the reflection of these rays, Alita became even more charming and desirable. “I like you, mercenary,” the snake queen continued meanwhile, giving him an appraising look. - I know that you are the same as me, my children have seen You. You should understand me.
Killer of gods chapter 99
After sitting like that for a couple more minutes, he was able to finally regain control of his own body. The fact that his hands were shackled with chains did not upset him much, not for the first time. In such a case, he always had a spare master key stashed away. Bending the brush, he tried to feel for the metal rod sewn into the edge of the shirt sleeve, but as soon as he twisted to pull out the skeleton key, the snakes, before that, indifferent, and as if not alive, began to move, emitting a menacing hiss and sticking out a forked tongue. Not wanting to take risks, the guy froze, judging by the appearance of these creatures, they were relatives in appearance to the one that bit him and fell from his hands. It means that he will not die from their bite, but he did not want to experience again all the delights of paralysis, you never know what could happen while he was passed out. Claude threw a hateful glance at the reptiles and relaxed, hanging in the shackles. His hands ache
Killer of gods chapter 100
I didn’t feel like eating out of her hands at all, but I didn’t have to choose, it was stupid to arrange the head, he could need strength at any moment. The meat was juicy and tender, well-done, it literally melted in your mouth. Whatever he thought of Alita, she was an excellent cook. Not a woman, but a dream, if it were not for such a snake. And the piece was already somehow suspiciously quickly over, as Claude thought, without saturating him. - Alita, why do you need all this, because you're not bad? - unexpectedly even for himself asked Claude, when the last piece disappeared into the bowels of the stomach. - Tired of living in fear. I want happiness for people like us. - Still she answered, after not a long reflection, but her voice did not sound very confident. - I understand, but maybe there is another way to fulfill your desire? -Not! I do not see him. - It's a pity. - What are you sorry about? - What, such beauty will be lost in vain. The w